Category: Writers Block
this is one of those spurr of the moment poems so, here goes it's going to be bloody and horribly written
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With a trembeling hand I held the blade and I welcomed the fire burning passion in every vein. Hate withheld for years behind the poetry, my battle cry echoed hauntingly through the night. And as always you shadowed me, distaine so evident in your eyes. Hate born fear gripped me and I knew this was the end. Your screams calmed me, your blood reassured me. And as I watched happily i couldn't help but broadly smile. And now my dear heart love, who wealds the manipulative power? At last you see the remedy.